One day I was pondering a blog post idea on the graphic design art on t-shirts when on that exact same day I clicked on the website GeboMana and saw their graphic design art on their t-shirts. I was a bit miffed and my conscious thought was, “Oh my God, competition!”

Then, I felt a twinge of guilt when I read through their website. The hand-printed and graphic designed art t-shirts on the GeboManawebsite provide the monetary structure for the education of children in developing nations. Not only is GeboManaan organically green company, but they are philanthropists, as well. Well, of course, the twinge of guilt deepened into a chasm of guilt, and I hung my little sixthirtythree head in shame. There is never competition in philanthropy.

So, I have re-awakened and remembered that I do live in the richest country in the world. And while my country’s recession has hit each and every one of us in varying degrees, the hardest hit in our recession are the children.

The global economy has taken a beating as well, and the hardest hit are the children. With each political conquest of warring factions, the hardest hit are the children. With each devastating earthquake, flood, tornado, tsunami, fire, and any other environmental upheaval thrust upon developing nations, the hardest hit are always the children.

Children of every nation always depend on us, the adults, to love and to protect, to educate and to guide them through this world. Therefore, with Christmas around the corner, and the last few months of birthdays, celebrations, congratulations, and any event in our lives left of this year 2010, reach out and help the philanthropist,GeboMana; give a graphically designed t-shirt and help educate the children of developing nations.

Each Indian organically grown cotton t-shirt you give will provide the education for a child for one month. When you give five t-shirts which are hand-crafted in Bali you will provide a lifetime of education for a child.

One evening, a little after 5:30 p.m., and, everyone at my brother’s office had left, I sat at the computer on my dad’s side of the building. I had not been at the office for long before I noticed a familiar buzzing circling my head. I groaned. It was a fly.

“It’s a fly, for God’s sake, just kill it,” my inner critic said.

I did not, because right after my inner critic said that, I felt an enormous protectionist feeling-of well, maybe the fly just wants to get out. I thought again. It will die in here, since there isn’t any sugar for it. It knows it’s going to die, and get this, it’s asking for my help. If this were a play, the men in white coats would make an entrance right about now.

I mulled the thought a bit. My saner side knew that flies and other insects didn’t give a flying fig about us humans. The sane side won that day. That and the fact that I was lazy and didn’t want to yell at the fly to go toward the light – which would have been outside. Not that it would have listened to me, which meant I would have had to pull out Plan B.

Plan B meant cutting off all the lights, running through the labryinth of an office, opening the door, and showing the light to the fly, and hoping it understood that I was trying to save it’s life because, yes, it still had a purpose in the grand scheme of the universe. Except, I ignored this fact and didn’t follow Plan B.

I felt guilty for letting the fly fly and buzz around until it either died of starvation, or someone swatted it to death the next day. It was a ripple in the timeline of the universe, except, I didn’t know it at that time, until now.

A few days later, while I was at home, the universe gave me another chance to save two flies. That’s in hindsight. While I was standing there looking at the one adult fly and one toddler fly stuck inside the screen door, I was not thinking about the universe that day. I was thinking about the other fly in the office. Fortunately, for the two flies, my guilt resurfaced.

I opened the screen door and tapped on the screen until the adult fly found it’s way out. Unfortunately, the toddler fly flew away from freedom and further toward the inside of the screen. I stepped outside and tapped on the outside of the screen while blocking the toddler fly from the the inside of the screen each time it tried to fly away from freedom. Finally, after about 30 seconds of tapping, the toddler fly got the message and flew toward the blue sky.